Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1887-04-18
Temperance.
safety for the Drunkard.


me. / can not be delivered. have
tried every thing, sir; but now l have
got into the habit of PRAYER, and wher
come to a drinking saloon | pray
that God will take me safely past
and 1 pray until am past. He does
help me-" For every man given to
strong drink there are scores OF traps
set. and no one but God can see that
man through. Oh they talk about
the catacombs of Naples, and the
catacombs of Egypt-the burial places
under the city, where the dust of q
great multitude lie; but | tell you
New York has its catacombs, Nash
vile has its catacombs, New Orleans
its catacombs, and Boston its cata-
combs, and Philadelphiaits catacombs,
and every town and city neighbor-
hood its catacombs. They are the I'M
derground restaurants, full of dead
mems bones and all uncleanness.
Young man, you know it. God help
you.
There is no need of going into the
art gallery to see in skiIlful sculpture
that wonderful representation of a
man and his sons wound around with
serpents. There are families repre-
sented in this audience that are wrap
ped in the martyrdom of fang and
scale and venom-a living LAGOON of
ghastliness and horror. What are you
to do? Do not put your trust in bro
mide of potassium, or in Jamaica
ginger, or in anything else that
apothecaries can mix. Put your trust
only in the Eternal God, and he will
see YOU through. Some of you have
temptation every day. 1t is a period
ic temptation that comes every six
weeks, or every three months, when
it seems as if the powers of darkness
kindle around about your tongue the
fires of the pit. 1t is well enough at
such time, as some of YOU do, to
seek medical counsel: but your first
and most importunate cry must be to
God. If the fiends will drag you to
the slaughter, make them do it on
Your knees. Oh, God? now that par
oxvsm of thirst is coming again upon
that man, help him. Fling him back
into the pit of hell the tiend that as
saults his soul this moment. Oh! my
heart aches to see men go on in this
fearful struggle without Christ. There
are here those whose hands so trem-
BILE from dissipation that they can
hardly hold a book and vet | have
to tell YOU that they will vet preach
the gospel, and on communion days
carry around the cOnsecrated bread,
acceptable to every body because of
their holy life and their consecrated
behavior. The Lord Is going to save
you. Your physical health has got
to be restored. Your worldly business
has got to be reconstructed. The
church of God is going to rejoice
over Your discipleship. "Other sheep
have which are not of this fold
While I have hope for all prodigals
there are some people for whom l am
not so hopeful. | mean those who
have been church-goers all their life,
who have maintained outward moral
ity, but who, Notwithstanding twenty,
thirty, forty years of Christian adj
vantages, have never yielded their
heart to Christ. They are gospel
hardened. Sermon has no more effect
upon them than the shining of the
moon on the city pavement. AS Christ
SAYS: ''The publicans and harlots
will 90 in to the kingdom of God be-
sore them They have resisted all
the opportunities of divine mercy,
and have gone, during these thirty
years, through most powerful earth
quakes of religious feeling, and they
are further away from God than ever.
After awhile they will lie down sick,
and some day it will be told they are
dead. No hope. But | turn to out
siders with a hope that thrills through
my body and soul. ''Other sheep
have which are not of this fold.
You are not gospel hardened. You
have not heard many sermons during
the last few years. AS YOU came into
a religious meeting to-day, every
thing was novel, and all the services
are suggestive of your early days.
How sweet the opening hymn sounded
in your ears, and how blessed it is in
this place everything suggestive OF
heaven. You do not weep, but the
shower is not far off. You sigh, and
YOU have noticed that there is always
Il ol2l III Tic Will DGlOIt lIc Idlll
falls. There are those here who
would give anything if they could find
relief in tears. They say 80 my vast
ed lifel Oh, the hitter past Oh, the
graves over which l have stumbled
Whittier shall fly? Alas for the flu
ture Everything is dark-so dark, Sc
dark! God help me God pity me ?
Thank the Lord for that last utter
ance. You have begun to pray, and
when a man begins to petition, that
sets all heaven flying this way, and
God steps in and beats back the
hounds of temptation into the ken
mel, and around about the poor wound
ed soul puts the covert of his pardon
ing mercy. Hank hear something
fall. What was that? 1t is the bar,
of the fence around tho Shaenfold